Charles A.A. Dellschau, 1830–1923

Hello dear friend of the air, why do you gaze at the skies? Is it perhaps that you want to fly, to sail, to flap on an aspirational Archimedean abstraction, a profound nonsense of watercolour stripes and industrial press cuttings?
If so, then you have come to the right place.
You are not alone, far from it, for on these very pages shall you experience the complex contraptions of Mr. Charles August Albert Dellschau, C.A.A.D. as he signed himself, a lowly Prussian by birth, an everyday butcher by profession, an immigrant into the Americas whose lifetime imaginary hobby found form in a dozen books of impossible flying machines.